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THE DILEMMA: Traditional v Self-Publishing

Without an agent, your labour of love, AKA your novel, isn't going anywhere and, with each rejection, you are engulfed by an overwhelming urge to self-publish. A few of your friends, as well as people you have never met, have read it and given you favourable feedback, but if your MS isn't attracting an agent, then maybe you should think twice as to whether your labour of love is worthy of self-publication. Over a million authors self-published during 2017, so there is plenty of competition out there.  But, before you chuck your manuscript in the bin, be buoyed up by this... Stephen King’s first big novel, Carrie, was rejected 30 times. He tossed it in the wastebasket but his wife fished it out. He earned $39 million in 2012. I am impatient, true to my birth sign, Aries, but my dotage years are too close for comfort, so I need to get on and resolve my dilemma. Cultivating patience and continue to try and find an agent to work with, or give way to my impatience and join the ever-swelling ranks of the self-published? 

IT’S YOUR TIME TO REALISE YOUR DREAMS

VIDEO:  This is YOUR time to realise YOUR dreams. Happy Saturday Everyone!  Hope you are out achieving your dreams? 🙂 “You may be the only person left who believes in you, but it's enough. It takes just one star to pierce a universe of darkness. Never give up.” Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway

ECLIPSING MYSELF: The New Improved Me

At dawn one morning I found myself talking to the Universe, well nobody else seemed to be listening and begging it to make my shit state of affairs go away. The mighty Universe must have heard, as shortly after my impassioned plea, I was scrolling through Facebook and found Julianne Palmer, a clairvoyant in Australia.  I noticed that one of my friends had liked her page, so I had a look. In the past, I had never paid too much attention to what the stars had to say about what fate lay in store for me, but I was desperate for an indication from somebody, that my life was going to improve.  So I took a leap of faith and picked a card.

My Life to Date and How I’ve Survived It – Let Your Emotions Fly

I’m part way through Ruby Wax’s book How To Be Human and many things have already resonated with me, apart from enjoying the fluid, funny and fulfilling way she writes when tackling sensitive subjects. Chapter 3, Emotions has really drawn me in. I have always been fascinated by our emotions and how they work. Through... Continue Reading →

GOW on the Move – In Reflective Mode: Day 2

I am much better than I used to be when it comes to switching off and I believe Qigong has helped me to achieve that.  Since I became a student, I am a much calmer person, so kicking off my shoes and switching in to relax mode has never been so easy. In the past,... Continue Reading →

EDITED OUT: Time to Call it a Day

I have no regrets, I have written and finished my first novel.  It is not War and Peace, it was never written with the intention of it becoming a literary masterpiece. It's about life, love and finding out who you are.  It is a story that evolved over a four year period,  but as I begin my next project I am starting with a clearer idea about where and what my characters are going to be doing with their lives.

Getting Into the Competitive Spirit

Writing is such a solitary process and when the muse bites, it becomes an all-consuming passion, an unstoppable urge that often keeps us up... pounding the keyboard throughout the night.

JUST BEEN RUBY WAXED

Ruby Wax is an inspiration to women of my generation, no wait... judging by the wide-ranging ages of both men and women in the audience last night, she is an inspiration to us all.  She is innately funny, down to earth and compassionate, in fact, she is a role model on how to be human.  I am enlighted, Ruby, thank you.

MY LIFE TO DATE AND HOW I SURVIVED IT: Hangover Hell

It was hot and steamy on the makeshift dance floor as I swilled what I thought was a lot of bitter lemon with a little gin, but the bitter lemon disguised a lethal cocktail of various spirits. With my sound system set to max volume, Tina Turner’s Nutbush City Limits began to sound hollow and distant as my surroundings blurred and my speech slurred. I managed to make it upstairs to the bathroom where, kneeling in front of the lavatory, I projectile vomited the fermenting brew inside my stomach.

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